I might add more to it, but this is all I have so far. Hope you like it.

A rose.

So beautiful, yet deadly at the same time.

With its soft petals that fall,

And brush against my skin,

The silky texture makes me feel so good.

It’s such a sin.

The thorns on its stem,

Prick the palm of my hand,

With their pointed tips,

Sharp enought to cut glass.

Blood starts to drip.

A rose.

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